He caught her hand and pulled her against him. "I owe you one."
"Why? You proved your point. You can still make me want you."
Burying his fingers in the silky strands of her hair, he forced her to look at him. "And I can do it again tomorrow, when we can finish it."
"No, you can't."
She tried to wriggle out of his arms. He tightened his hold. "Is that a challenge?"
"No. Just a fact. I won't be here tomorrow."
"Yes," she groaned against his chest.
"But you're not saying where."
She glanced up, her blue eyes studying him in question. "Are we going to start sharing our lives? Is that what you want, Luc?"
He wanted to possess her, body and soul. To make her his. And he would. But she would not own him in return. That kind of power he wouldn't cede to her again. He grabbed his shirt from the bed and tossed it over his shoulder. "I'll see you when you get back."
Her laughter rang with a hollow tinge. "Maybe."
"Now, that was a challenge."
"It won't be as easy as you think," she warned him.
He headed for the door.
"Like taking candy from a baby."
She perched her hands on her hips and shot him a sassy little smile. "I might meet somebody else while I'm away."
He grinned. "Yeah. I'd like to see how you explain that big red mark on your neck to him."
As he left the room she ran to the mirror. Halfway down the stairs he heard the stream of obscenities that would have made a sailor blush.
Like any good predator, he'd marked his territory.